As I type this, the whole episode is mercifully beginning to fade from my memory…
Perhaps not quite that bad. Yesterday was my research group’s christmas meal , which was at The Rose Bowl (warning, bad website). Unlike previous years, this was a sedate affair; no members of senior academic staff picked fights, passed out in the ladies’ loos, threw up in the gutter or injured themselves in the course of their homeward journeys. Shame. We’ll have to rely on the old anecdotes for a while longer.
One of the longstanding traditions (sadly missed last year, revived this year) is that of the entertainments organised by the lab management. In the past we’ve been subjected to a number of gameshow formats: Me and My Prof (Mr. and Mrs.), The Weakest Link, Who Wants To Be A Professor, and so on. The victims for these games aren’t warned beforehand, but are singled out by some predetermined means (coloured spots on placecards and so on).
This year’s gameshow was the venerable Blankity Blank, and the victims were myself and Hugo the e-scientist (WINOLJ, naturally). After some slight confusion over the method of selection (people were chosen based on which letters did not appear in their names. Three letters – A, E and T – were sufficient to whittle the numbers down to Hugo and I. Provided, that is, that I named myself ‘Nick’ and not ‘Nicholas’), the game began. The panel of celebrities more usually found on Blankity Blank were replaced by academics, and the set was cunning replaced with rather natty – yet functional – headgear.
Post-meal, the group traditionally retires to a bar in Southampton until kicking out time. This year, some of us had different plans. Dr. Nick and Chris (WANOLJ) of totl.net fame were to meet up with
She turned up, collected the tickets and handed them round. And then someone noticed the time on the tickets: 7pm. Oops. Now,
Suffice to say that